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THE SAMARITAN’S CLAWS

The man gasped, his hands clawing at Eddie's wrists. "You... you can't use the phone, you fucking moron. They already have a trace on it. The second you power it up and connect to a network, they will have the coordinates. You’ll lead them right to us, dimwit!"

But Edward was past the point of any rational thought; his hands slid up and wrapped around the man’s throat.

The partner’s breath cut off in a sharp, wet sound.

“I don’t care,” Edward growled, his eyes were wild and ...

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